Where a child lives in a warm mother's cocoon
Where a child is sold to the prostitutes, her life doomed
Where a father fiercely protects his child
Yet another father enters another's child
Where children play without any fear
Where men enter boys through the rear
Where a child gets a new toy every day
Where a child becomes a toy near the bay
Where a child is whooped up and twirled
Where a child is forced down and hurled
Where they go to fancy schools, sing and play
Where for a single meal, they sweat and labour all day
This is just too sad to make coment on..it leaves me so sad..numb of mind..crying inside You are so profound here, Love duncan X
Pretty graphic and powerful piece, here, T O. You open our eyes to the horrors of a supposedly advanced society. Doesn't say much for the intellectual and moral growth mankind, does it? Linda
friendly faces with unfriendly hands.
Indeed shocking and extremely traumatising to think of all those little children losing what should be happy childhoods. My heart breaks. Thank you, TO, for bringing this out into the open. The statistics are horrifying but I suspect they are even greater than those quoted. Love, Fran xxx
wow this poem forces the reader to realize that this is in fact our world. this is a an eye-opening poem, good job: ]
Is this true? .... It can't be surely....God to think that I make jokes about paedophilia... Do chimpanzees do this I wonder? Anyway to the critique: Striking polemic here. The couplets showing polemical dichotomy between first and second lines is simple and effective, however this dichotomy should be more obvious in the first stanza. Forced rhyme in the fourth stanza kills it for me. It doesn't have a finish.
Gosh TO, a most sobering read, a very real problem and you wrote about this with good grace. What a shocking and dreadful place these young children are in, I do hope some of them get rescued into a 'normal' world, where love of a child means exactly that; pure and simple. Good if somewhat harrowing write. HG: -) xx
What a sad world we live in, we say look how far we have come... but yet here we are doing what the romans where doing two thousand years later... where is Civilisation...? great writing tranquil makes you think...
When a poem is based on facts hard to deny, it makes me sad. Very well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Both gripping & rivoting work here, T.O.....AS dUNCAN ALLUDED TO ALREADY...THE FACT THAT ALL YOUR RESEARCH IS BASED ON ACTUALS....LEAVES ME UNCHARACTERISTICALLY HESITANT IN EXERCISINF MY USUAL STYLED CRITIQUE...MAKE NO MISTAKE, THOUGH, MY FRIEND...THIS IS A VERY SOLID PIECE OF CRAFTING...HANDS DOWN... FJR